First-date diaries: The head over the heart?

“If you don’t like where you are, change it. You’re not a tree.” Jim Rohn

It was time to change my status from single to married.

I had just returned home after a year abroad (or maybe it should be the other way round – abroad after a year at home), during which I had grown tired of gypsying around and wanted to start my own home. Also, I was finally free of the five year ‘long-distance, roller-coaster, emotionally-draining’ relationship I had been in. It was time to start afresh. It was time to get married. No more dilly-dallying and waiting around for Mr perfect, I was going to be pro-active.

First date diaries: Heart-breaker.

Heart- breaker

My heart has been broken once. I can almost hear all the ex-boyfriends protest this statement. I love hate to break this to you guys but y'all tried and failed. The one person that succeeded did not even try.

“You look like you need some attention.” He said

First date diaries: I am not my skin

First date diaries: I am not my skin (sunscreen)

“I’m way too black to burn from sun-rays.” Kanye West- Clique

I should have known something was wrong when the lady at the Heathrow Mac store advised me to buy an NW 50 mac powder. “But I usually use the NW 45”, I protested. She looked at me, shook her head - and I could see she was trying to be polite - and said: “I think the 45 will be too light for you, you are definitely a 50.” So I tried the NW 50 on, it was not too dark for my skin, and I did not want to argue, so I let it slide.

First date Diaries- The ‘special one’

I love him. I probably always have…

First time I saw him was in class- we were in different departments but taking the same elective course. He never said a word to anybody but came to class alone, sat by himself, and left immediately after without socializing. I was drawn to him… like a moth to light and I spent most of our classes watching him rather than listening to the lecturer.

ACHSAH (Part 3- final)

ACHSAH (Part 3- Concluding part)

Kiriath-Sepher! That dreaded city with the surrounding mountains, fortified walls and Anakim! Anakim were giants that were greatly feared by the twelve tribes and Canaanites.  O Papa, why are you doing this to me? I know I should trust you papa. I know you only want the best for me. I know you love me papa... It’s just very difficult to trust you now.

Shortly after Moses died, the twelve tribes led by Uncle Joshua crossed the Jordan into the Promised Land. A lot of battles had been fought since the first battle at Jericho and from the look of things, there would be many more wars to come. Papa had asked Uncle Joshua for the occupied hill country of Hebron for his inheritance. Hebron was also known as Kiriath-arba after Arba, the greatest man among the Anakim.

Achsah (Part 2)

Achsah (Part 2)

It had been three days. Three days since the worst day of my life. I could still remember the laughter and mama helping me up from the floor. I was so embarrassed that I had not left the house in three days. I could not bear to run into him. "He probably thinks I'm a clumsy little girl," I thought. Mama told me that I was overreacting, and Cousin Diana, well she had lost her patience.

First date Memories- Love at first sight

First date memories- love at first sight

I believe in love at first sight. True. It has happened to me. I can still remember that evening like it was yesterday. He was waiting for me outside the restaurant, wearing a t-shirt and pair of dark blue jeans. Pink. He was wearing a pink tee. Anyhow, we hugged and I caught a whiff of his cologne. “He smells really nice”, I thought. We were off to a great start.

Achsah. (Part 1)

Achsah (Part 1)

“Mama tell us the story again”, Rachel screamed. At least thirty children were gathered round the fire, waiting for mama to begin. There are not many story tellers in town and it is not unusual for children from neighbouring tents to gather in our family compound every time the weather permits. Their favourite story is ‘the story’. The children never get tired of hearing it over and over again, and I love the story also. Mama is a great story teller and ‘the story’ is her favourite. I watched as she dusted her skirts, picked Naam our youngest baby off the floor, and sat on the stool, ready to begin her story.

Inspired by the people who have loved me

Inspired by the people who have loved me

I've always been drawn to beauty

I've never really understood love

Love to me meant butterflies in my tummy      

Kisses that took my breath away

Spontaneity

Dancing in the rain